روايـتي ومخيلتي الاولئ حللتم اهلاً ووطئتم سهلاً :- بسم الله رب البدايات نبدا وباذن الله مابتكون الروايه الاولئ والاخيره باذن الله نطلق العنان لكتابة سطور يخلدها التاريخ باسمي وكياني ... الكـاتبه مُـلتقـئ .. هُـنا نلـتقـي اصدقائي .. نجتمع لـ محبه واحده -الروايات - باختلاف التصنيف فـ انا من اكتب لكم .. وانتو ابحرو بمخيلتكم لانه في قاموس *مُلـتقـئ* في عالم الخيال لا يوجد سفينه ولا يوجد قبطان يوجد فقط انت ومخيلتك .. تعريف بسيط بالشخصيات بالاسماء فقط شخصياتهم مع الوقت ان شاءالله تفهمونها ... الأبطال ركود العمر 24 أثار العمر 17 الشخصيات الثانويه اخوان البطل ... ريان 28-متزوج هيام 27 عنده ولد وبنت فيصل 10 ، فرح 6 إياد 27 متزوج هنادي 26 عنده هيثم 7 سنوات راكد 26 البنات ... إيان 25 منال 23 منار 22 ايه 19 اخوان البطله من أبوها ساير 29 نايف 26 مازن 23 وسلطان ( له قصه لحاله) البنات ... مها 25 هيّا 27 اخوان البطله من أمها شجاع 25 نواف 24 سـهـم 21 البنات ... هناء 23 نـهـئ 22 سـهـئ 21 آباء الأبطال والد ووالده بطلنا نافع عمره 57 سنه زوجته الجازي عمرها 48 سنه نافع له اخو اسمه رافع عمره 50 سنه نتعرف ان شاءالله خلال القراءة زوجته هدى اخت الجازي 46 سنه وعندهم اخ اسمه جايز متزوج وعنده ولد وبنت بنعرفه مع الاحداث الجايه عندهم بنتين وولد هيفاء عمرها

A criminal mastermind makes a bold move against a wealthy client to put himself in a position to retire in comfort. He has no idea what he's up against when a young widow, desperate to make ends meet, sets her eyes on earning the bounty set on his head. *** Newly widowed housewife Melody Scott needs to earn some major cash, fast. When her bright and busy children learn that a priceless ruby bracelet has been stolen and a six-figure reward is being offered, they convince her to try to do what the police, museum security, and the best private investigators have failed to do. Working against them is a notorious thief who has met people from around the world, but who has never once encountered a woman like Melody Scott. When the sweet innocence of the Scott family clashes against criminal forces more dangerous than they ever imagined, Melody is all too aware that a mom's got to do what a mom's got to do to protect her family. The Widow, Melody Scott is a 2021 Watty Award Winner! Content Warning: This story does contain depictions of stalking behavior.

Gongက လူသားမဟုတ်ဘူး​နော်... ပိုင်ဆိုင်ချင်လာရင် ဘာမဆိုလုပ်မယ့် ကြမ်းတမ်းထက်မြက်ပြီး ပိုင်ဆိုင်လိုစိတ်ပြင်းတဲ့ evil god သူ့ချည်းသာ​လော... ရည်းစားလုမယ့် ​နောက်တစ်​ယောက်ကလည်း ပိုင်ဆိုင်လိုစိတ်ပြင်းတဲ့ အင်အားကြီး ထဲကပဲ​နော်... ပန်းချီဆရာ​လေး ချင်းရန် သူ့ပင်တိုင်​မော်ဒယ်​လေး ​သေဆုံးသွားလို့ စိတ်​ပြေလက်​ပျောက် ခရီးထွက်ရာက ကားအက်ဆီးဒန့်​ကြောင့် ထူးဆန်းတဲ့ ရွာ​လေးတစ်ရွာကို ​ရောက်သွားပြီး သူအရမ်း စိတ်တိုင်းကျတဲ့ အလှ​လေးနဲ့ ​တွေ့ရာက​နေ အလှ​လေးကို ပန်းချီဆွဲခွင့်ရဖို့ ဘယ်လိုပိုးမလဲ.... ရွာထဲက လူ​တွေက အလှ​လေးကို ဘာလို့ ဒူးတုန်​အောင် ​ကြောက်နေရတာလဲ... ထူးဆန်းတဲ့ရွာ​လေးထဲက ရွာသား​တွေရဲ့ သရုပ်မှန်က ဘာလဲ... အလှ​လေးကို မြို့​ကို ​ခေါ်သွားမယ့် ရန်ရန်ရဲ့ မဟာစီမံကိန်းကြီးက​ရော ​အောင်မြင်မှာလား... အလှ​လေးက လူမဟုတ်ဘူးဆိုတာ သိပြီး​

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Book 1 GHOST Complete Book 2 TROJAN Ongoing --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Excerpt I got a peace offering. And Ice cream. The message popped up again. His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore. Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge. Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling. Shall I leave? Ansh did not respond. Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts. Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside. Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him. Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted. Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath. "You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears. Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.

°•°•° Aradhya Rajvansh's life shattered the day her own family turned their backs on her, believing lies that landed her in prison. After four years, she walks free-not as the girl she once was, but as a woman forged in pain and silence. With only her younger brother Ansh by her side, she rebuilds her life far away from home, shutting her heart to the world. But destiny has other plans. Her path collides with Rishav Raghuvanshi-a man of quiet strength, protective warmth, and ruthless determination. Thrust into his family through marriage, Aradhya finds herself torn between old wounds and the possibility of a new beginning. While Rishav's unwavering presence starts breaking down her walls, shadows of betrayal and enemies from the past threaten to return. This is a story of heartbreak, resilience, and the slow, tender healing of a warrior's heart.

#Book No. 1 By Bhanu ki kalam se..... Aviyukt X Shreedha Aviyukt Singh Rajvansh A man who exudes power and authority. He is the CEO of the Rajvansh Corporation and a feared mafia leader, known for his ruthless,manipulative and cunning tactics. He possesses a keen intellect and an uncanny ability to read people, allowing him to anticipate their actions and stay ahead of their plans. Aviyukt is a force to be reckoned with, and his ruthlessness knows no bounds. Those who dare to cross him risk facing his wrath. Shreedha Singh Rathore A young girl who lives in the holy city of Vrindavan. Her eyes are dazzling blue, and she exudes an air of serenity and inner beauty. Shreedha is devoted to Lord Krishna and spends her days painting depictions of him, pouring her heart and soul into each brushstroke. Her calm and kind demeanor, along with her sensitive and introspective personality, make her a beloved member of her community. Someone:- What is Love?? She:- Govind 🦚 Someone:- What is Govind?? She:- My Devotion ✨ Someone :- What is Love??" He:- Shreedha 🌺 Someone :-What is Shreedha He :- My Devotion ✨

the fight with the law is finish... both him and Flame have defeated the 1000 players LettuceK brought and at some point Wemmbu have enjoyed fighting alongside FlameFrags. but the fight also have cause a toll in his mental and physical well being... As he look at the aftermath of the battle, he can feel it. he heared a potion breaking behind him... Really. He knew Flame will not stop until he gave him a rematch...but something told him. In his gut. his psyche. in his subconsciousness that he have to rest. that he need to take a breather. he have been seeing flashes he doesn't recognize and Wemmbu knew his mind didn't like it. pushing it down harder. But the control of that unknown part he didn't want to acknowledge is starting to crack and it is only a matter of time for that control to shatter. and something in him tell him that he wouldn't like it one bit. or what if Wemmbu's memories of some distant past started to surface and come crawling and opening wounds that causes his mind to lock those in the surface. author's note: this is only a fanfic and isn't a cannon event, though bits and pieces are. the ship on this story is FlameFrags x Wemmbu. this is my shipping only and isn't true on the actual lore of the Unstable smp. i hope all of you like it. This story was initially supposed to be posted in 'Archive of our own' but since i don't have an account there. i opted to post it here. ps: there are little story in here that is FlameFrags x Wemmbu centic so i made my own. Also! I update every 5 to 7 days and upload 2 chapters.

تحتُّ الركام أصواتٌ انقطع أنينها ودقاتٌ توقف نبضها فرحةً لم تكتمل وأحلامٌ أجهضت قبل المخاض تحتُ الركام قصصٌ لم تكتب لها النهاية وحكاياتٌ رحل من كان يرويها ألعابٌ لطخت بدماء الأطفال تحتُ الركام أسماءٌ تساقطت من السجلّ المدني مثل تساقط الأوراق من الأشجار فأصبحت في سماء النسيان تحتٌ الركام وجوهٌ تغيرت ملامحها فأنكرها الزمان والمكان فشيعت أجسادهم لمقابرٍ في الجنان تحت الركام ارتجف الأطفال خوفًا فغادروا الحياة ولم يجدوا الأمان وصايا خُطت بحبرٍ من الخذلان وأمنياتٌ غادرت عالم الخيال تحت الركام حيث يشهد الظلم والقهر

تدور أحداث الرواية حول صراع يبدأ بمشاجرة بين أخو البطل و أخو البطلة وتنتهي الحادثة بموت أخو البطل على يد أخو البطلة وهنا تبدأ المأساة عائلة البطل تصرّ على أخذ حقهم بالدم لكن وبدلًا من الثأر والقتل يُفرض شرط غريب يقلب الموازين الشرط هو أن يتزوّج البطل من البطلة ابنة خصمهم كضمان لحقن الدماء ووقف دائرة الانتقام زواج يبدأ بالإجبار والعداوة لكن ما يخبّئه القدر بينهما قد يغيّر مجرى القصة كليًا...

They were her sentinels, her saviors, the reason that she refuses to let her past consume her. 𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎, a young girl who's never known stability. Raised by a reckless, unstable mother, she spent her childhood caught between drug runs and police raids, ruining her right for a normal childhood. One night when her mother goes missing, Giulia's whole life changes... again. Will being under the guardianship of her new older brothers give her a chance at normalcy in her life or will they cause even more mess than before? Healing isn't easy and trust doesn't come free. ☆ ☆ ☆ As I lied there in the hospital bed with a pounding headache, practically suffocating me while barely conscious, I heard that familiar, raspy, deep, sleep deprived voice that I've recently come to find comfort in. "Nessuno oserà toccarti di nuovo senza perdere le mani, amore," they whispered. (No one will dare touch you again without losing their hands, love.) I felt two hands hold my face with a soft kiss on my forehead. Their rough and large hands a contrast to their gentleness. The comforter over me shuffled as the familiar person brought them up to my chin and tucked me in. "Riposati ora sei al sicuro, bambina," they murmured, stroking my hair. Before I knew it, simply the presence of them reassured me as I felt myself drift off again into a deep sleep. (Rest now, you're safe, baby). ☆ ☆ ☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.